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>"Hey, Loona, could you grab me the chips from the kitchen while you are over there?"
>"Sure, fatass."
>"Eh, you know you love me."
>Loona gives no reply, and you can hear her rummaging through the kitchen, before she finds the bag.
>She hops down on the couch next to you, and puts the bag inbetween you, and her, as if to say, "sharing is NOT optional."
>You take your hand, and place it under her chin, guiding her eyes to yours
>She looks as if she's in a dream somewhere, as you lightly scratch the bottom of it
>"Good girl." you say, trying to fuck with her.
>She turned white as a sheet. Or, would have, if her fur didn't cover her skin.
>She looks confused, like she can't process how she feels about it.
>"T-thanks...." she says, leaning into your hand a bit more.
